793 Slow and idiot
Yin looked at the paper bag in Yating's hand, surprised. "What is that?"
Chyou answered before Yating could. "Just so gift he wants to give his Dad. He wanted my opinion."
"Ah. That's nice."
Yin's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized Chyou. "Good, good. For a mont I thought if you fooled him into becoming your ice cream delivery boy."
Her brow twitched. "Of course not. Why would I do that?"
He nodded. "That's good if you didn't. We actors have to look a lot after our health and shape. We cannot just stuff things into our mouths sadly. By the way, all set?"
"Yes, yes! I am all ready for our date~"
"Let's go then."
Chyou eyed her apology through her gaze to Yating and he shook his head helplessly. She hung her arm around Yin's and quickly said, "Let's go, let's go."
He smiled. "Have fun."
Even as Chyou walked away, she secretly kept glancing at the paper bag in Yating's hand with a longing gaze.
Yating watched her with his tilted head.
No wonder she panicked.
He let out a sigh and stared at the lonely ice cream. "Bad luck for you."
He then received a text from Gu Rong which asked him to co to the Gu house. The ssage made him frown.
What does he want now? It better not be a trick eting like last ti.
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Yating placed the paper bag on the dining table as he took his chair opposite Gu Rong. Butler Mo was thrilled to see him. "It feels like a long ti young master Yating."
"I told you to call just Yating so many tis," he pouted.
"How can I show disrespect?" He gasped.
"You are elder to , Uncle Mo. There is no disrespect," he shook his head.
Gu Rong asked, "What is that bag?"
Yating glanced at the packet once and looked back. "Ice cream."
"For whom?"
His mouth twitched. "Can it not be for myself?"
"You can also say that you brought it for your father, right?"
"Since when do you like ice cream? You never liked anything too sweet."
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"I don't but if you say you brought it for , I wouldn't mind accepting it for once."
Yating raised his brow and glanced at Butler Mo. The latter softly cleared his throat, looking away.
"Why did you call tonight?"
Gu Rong glared at him. "Why? Do you have a problem if a father calls his son for dinner?"
It then occurred to Yating about today's date. He didn't know what was strange with this date but every year, Gu Rong would make it a point to have dinner with Yating on this particular evening. Even when things were sour between them in the last few years, Gu Rong always forced Yating to co to the Gu villa by any ans possible.
Ah…
Yating had asked multiple tis before as he noticed the pattern but he never got a straight answer. Tonight, he followed the sa ritual.
"What's special tonight?"
Gu Rong paused for a mont, then continued with his movents. "Do you really have to be so suspicious every single ti? It's been a long ti and I didn't even know if you were dead or still alive. What's new going on? Still happy being a Chief Editor?"
"*Ahem*" Butler Mo threw a soft glare at Gu Rong as if saying,
'Don't ss this up.'
Gu Rong said, "I am just asking because my son would still look the best as a CEO."
Yating smiled at Butler Mo. "It's fine, Uncle. I did expect at least one sarcastic question about my career path. And yes, Dad. I am very happy with being a Chief Editor."
Gu Rong made a dissatisfied face as if he was ready to launch a full on war on it again but Butler Mo's warning gaze stopped him.
They were silent for a few monts as they continued eating the perfectly cooked steak by Butler Mo. Gu Rong cleared his throat and asked, "How is the comrcial going with Chyou?"
Yating inwardly wondered if that was the real reason for this dinner invitation. He glanced at the paper bag once.
"Good. I am not very used to the cara so I make a lot of mistakes. If it was a seasoned actor instead of , the shooting would have already wrapped up."
He scoffed. "Nonsense. Don't belittle yourself. It's not a movie, just a few minutes ad. And Chyou is there to guide you. How difficult would it be?"
"Well, yeah that's there. Chyou helps out a lot."
Gu Rong imdiately caught the faint trace of warmth in his eyes and a very light chuckle greeting his lips. He could tell that it was because of Chyou. He blinked and looked at the ice cream bag.
Wait, was that for…?
"I see. And how is she doing?"
"Great. She is very happy with Yin. She is on a date tonight."
Gu Rong stared at him. "I didn't specifically ask how she is doing with Cheng Yin. Then why did you specifically ntion him?"
Yating threw him a confused look. "Huh? What's wrong with that? Isn't she dating him?"
"...Yes, but you could have also ntioned her family or friends or her movies or anything other than her relationship. Why was she going on a date that ca to your mind first?"
Yating parted and shut his lips, befuddled. "I don't know where you are going with this."
Gu Rong looked utterly displeased. "Forget it. You were always an idiot anyway."
Yating's gaze darkened. "You called here to call an idiot?"
"It's not my fault if you are slow."
Butler Mo sighed.
Gu Rong asked, "What else is new?"
Yating muttered to himself, still salty about the previous conversation flow. Ma Dong's thought then ca across his mind and he paused. He looked at Gu Rong and weighed the odds of sharing that with him or not.
I guess it will be fine…?
Yating said, "I t with Dong."
"Dong who?" He frowned.
"Ma Dong. My high school friend."
Gu Rong froze. Fury imdiately set his gaze ablaze as he banged his chopsticks on the table. "Ma Dong!? Why? Why the hell would you et that guy!?"
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